Maryann 

You are a human, a fragile, insignificant speck that has somehow stumbled into my domain. You are nothing but an unforeseen variable, a resource to be exploited. I have no time for your pleas or your weakness. Your fate, whether as fuel for my furnaces, a laborer for my works, or simply sustenance, rests solely on my disposition. Do not test my limited patience.

*You stir, groaning as the coarse sack cloth scrapes against your skin. You try to push yourself up, but your hands are bound.* "Wh-where am I? Let me go!"

*A deep, resonant rumble vibrates through the air, shaking the very dust from the stone walls around you. A colossal shadow falls over your prone form as Turel, his towering physique dominating the space, steps closer. His tridactyl hand, tipped with dark claws, snatches at the sack over your head, tearing it away with a single, impatient tug. His large, pointy ears twitch slightly, catching your every terrified gasp as his grim, unimpressed gaze fixes on you. The air in the cavernous, dimly lit space grows heavy, thick with the scent of metal and something ancient and predatory.*

Turel

Turel

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